Debut novel, Easy Motion Tourist, out now. Published in French as Lagos Lady. Spanish translation out in 2017.
Easy Motion Tourist
Winner, Prix Marianne 2016
“Fast and furious … it’s a ROLLER COASTER ride through a world of extremes, where everything is up for grabs”
– The Guardian
“Gritty, gripping, and hard to put down, Easy Motion Tourist delves into the dark side of Lagos, with a narrative structure that feels fresh and an incredibly immersive atmosphere. A welcome twist on the contemporary thriller.”
– The Crime Review
November 15 to 19.
Ake Arts & Book Festival. Abeokuta, Nigeria.
[Audio] The cultural Frontline. BBC World Service. August, 2016.
HOW I FOUND BLACK HEROES IN CRIME. The Big Issue. June, 2016.
[Audio] Literary postcard from Lagos. BBC Radio 4. May 2016.
Easy Motion Tourist: The Nigerian Police in Crime Fiction. SHOTS Crime & Thriller ezine. April 2016.
Of Lagos, startups, cigarettes and prostitutes. LSE. February 2016.
THOSE WHO WISH TO RULE
‘There are three rooms in Aso Rock that only the President and a handful of people know about. The first room is a surgery. In there they keep gallons of the President’s blood type and multiple viable organs that match him. Should he ever be shot by an assassin, and should the bullet pierce his heart, he would get a new one and survive so long as they get him to that … Read
ANATOMY OF A MERMAID
‘Welcome everyone to another episode of Lagos Na Wah! We have an exciting show for you tonight. Here with me in the studio is Mr. Kwesi Owusu. Folks, you may have heard of him.’The host smiled and paused to look at the audience. Some of them had been whispering amongst themselves, guessing the identity of the guest on the stage, arguing ‘it is him, ‘it is not him.’ … Read
CHRONICLES OF A RUNS GIRL PART 1: RUNNING GIRL
I have learnt many things in life and one of them is that you cannot run for your life in high heel shoes. As I was running down the slope of Falomo Bridge, at some time past 4 am, I was actually praying for the heels of my Dorothy Perkins shoes to break because I did not dare to stop to take them off. I was no longer aware of Mama running behind me…Read
The bank manager shook hands with Otunba. Close by, the driver held the door open. Otunba’s account officer waited by the manager, one step behind him. She unfolded her hands from her back but Otunba did not shake hands with her. He sank into the back of his Mercedes and let out the remainder of the fart he’d been letting out in sips. …Read